Dr Marileangorifurnimaluim, lugging a large overstuffed backpack, used the wild applause as a cover to slip into the awards show a tad late. As she clapped for Aylwen, a scroll popped out of her bag, and rolled down the aisle. An amused Lush, looking innocent in a rather bug-eyed, forced sort of way (she must not have had enough to drink yet) obviously bit back a rude comment. The doctor scrambled to stop the damned thing, before it rolled into the orchestra pit.
Maril was irritable, fresh from an argument with the valet:
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"No, we can't get your car - or ponytrap - unless you are leaving... No, you can't walk to the parking lot... I see you have twenty-five scrolls of notes to drop off, but you are not allowed --"
Unfortunately the normally placid doctor rather lost her temper at this point.
"-- look lady, we have the Hobbiton Garden Club threatening violence over some 'Hobbit Sex Ed' article and there are rules -- procedures -- we have to follow even if you're Mithadan, or the King of Gondor."
The doctor gave up the argument at that point, as she was the one who wrote that, er, article.
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Scroll tucked in her armpit, she scanned the audience for her date.
An arm waved over the audience. From the front row. Maril moaned...
Trenton.
She nudged her way, bag and all, down a long of discomfited guests of the well-heeled variety.
"Excuse me, coming through, so sorry... coming through..."
I'm going to kill him. Maril ground her teeth.
She finally reached the seat and whispered: "What do you think you're doing? We're supposed to be in hiding. Inconspicuous."
"Hide in plain sight, I always say," Trenton drawled. The attention-seeking hobbit had enjoyed her discomfort all night, what with her ridiculous shieldmaiden 'disguise.' "It's not as though anyone's going to train a spotlight on you, is it?"
"By the way," he whispered, his chin motioning towards the back rows. "Who's the cutie with the long hair?"
"That's Lush. But she's being innocent tonight so --"
"No, no, no, not her... the other one." Trenton raised his beer in a toast. Slightly befuddled, the man hesitantly returned the gesture.
Maril turned in her seat. Oh. Of course. "That's Squatter. Trenton. You promised to be on your best behaviour."
"This
is my best behaviour."
"Well, if Lush can act innocent, so can you," Maril hissed.
[ May 05, 2003: Message edited by: Marileangorifurnimaluim ]